One night I had the strangest dream. I was walking down the side of the north bound frontage road when I looked to my left. There sitting on a tricycle was my english professor. Dr. Dumas, whom my friends and I lovingly call Dr. Doom, was stuck on the off ramp of the I-35 almost onto the frontage road. His tricycle was out of gas. Behind him was a gigantic black SUV with a big gleaming front grill waiting and stuck. Dumas was just sitting there giving an angry glear to all who past by through his glasses. So I did what all good citizens who fear their english teacher and yet love the class would do, I pushed Dr. Doom up the steep hill to the toy store. Of course everyone knows that the toy store is the only place to get gas for a tricycle. The hill was steep and to push Dr. Dumas up the hill took a lot of work. The whole time all I could see was the back of his head and his knees sticking out to sides. I finally get him to the top of the hill and without so much as a thank you Dumas peddled off. I was walking into the toy store when... the alarm clock went off and it was time to go to class.
Unknown "ROOMIE!!" Carefree - 17 years, 3 days ago